The Roof Top

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As the cold air blew past us-
On the rooftop of a café we stood.
You took my hand and pulled me closer.
Closest to you I've ever been.
You held my face so that our eyes meet-
So that I don't steal mine from yours anymore.
When they did,
I couldn't take them off of yours.
I stopped breathing.
I smiled the true joy off of my cheeks.
Wishing the time took a forever break from ticking away so quick so that-
I could linger in your safe arms a little while longer, forever.


~K
January 6th, 2022
02:15 am

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